Rude sea! hadst thou no sealed charge, To mark, when sank the fragile barge, Yea, tho' thou foam above, below, In vain thy billows course their way— And yet, methinks, when Paul once more But he nor trusted thee, nor feared; He blamed thee not-when from thy breast Thou heavedst him on the sand; Bound to obey his Lord's behest, He kissed his Master's hand: 1 Job xxxviii. 11. He blessed thee not-when soft thy smile He blessed thee not, when swift the prow When now stretched Rhegium, and now He knew the gentle hand that led And smoothed thee like a mother's bed- And placed the sands to bound the tide, 1 The hand that scoop'd thy waste of waves, Had stilled their angry roar, And, day by day, o'er yawning graves, Guided his ocean-car: And the same hand would shield him still, From every snare, from every ill; Till, led by Bethlehem's star, He gained, with an expanded sail, Where wrecking storms no more prevail. 1 Jer. v. 22. O for a faith! the faith of Paul,- To cease to feel and mourn that all And from earth's pleasures wean— And thou, fair sea!-for be thy form, Or heaved and frothed abroad by storm, One hour upon this lonely shore, Oh would this fresh'ning southern breeze, And spreads their scents abroad, Bear hither, as my longings rise, The loaded gales of Paradise! What is Life's course, by day and night, But an unstable sea, Now wrestling in malicious might, I heed nor blame-it has its hour- O give me grace, my gracious King, Then every breeze shall echo, 'Come,' To Canaan's blissful land, Where rolling thunders cease to roar, And the tossed soul rests evermore! |